[Thor really doesn't like the phone. Its constant ringing is fit to drive him mad, he can't figure out how to make it work half the time, he hates memorizing numbers, and he's still not entirely convinced it's not operated by evil spirits. So when it goes off at 6:00 in the morning and then commences banging in his ear, it is not a pleased thunder god who finally decides to reply.]
Are you mad?!
[If Figaro is anywhere within ten feet of the receiver, he will hear this. Thor intended it this way.]
(Oh, Figaro hears it alright. That's why he's now freaking out, because what is this mysterious voice coming from nowhere?)
Ah Dio!
(There's a lot of scrambling noise at the back, ending with a final smash as Figaro trips over the table. And for maximum comedic effect, a jar then falls on his head.)
[Well. Now she's awake. Sarah Jane is accustomed to be woken up by strange noises. Singing is a new one though. At least it's fairly clear that that isn't her drone husband any more.]
Good morning. I imagine you have a fair number of questions.
(Figaro approaches the black thing in front of him carefully, and tentatively picks it up from the ground with two fingers. Keeping it far, far away, he speaks to it the other way round.)
Si, signore, I can. And I will try, if only it will help me get out of this nightmare.
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Are you mad?!
[If Figaro is anywhere within ten feet of the receiver, he will hear this. Thor intended it this way.]
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Ah Dio!
(There's a lot of scrambling noise at the back, ending with a final smash as Figaro trips over the table. And for maximum comedic effect, a jar then falls on his head.)
Maria, I will never drink again!
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It is a tellar-fón, you damned fool!
[He is pretty sure that's the word. Or close enough, anyway.]
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S-s-si, signore. So you are a tellar-fon?
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Good morning. I imagine you have a fair number of questions.
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Y-yes signora, if you could I would certainly be most grateful.
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(Figaro's genuinely shocked by this.)
But why kidnap lowly me? I'm not of noble birth, at least, I don't think so, and there's no ransom to be paid.
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It's called a telephone.
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Ciello, what sorcery is this!?
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...can you still hear me?
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Si, signore, I can. And I will try, if only it will help me get out of this nightmare.
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